Chapter 5

Chapt. 5
The doctor was a very tall and imposing man, making me automaticly crouch down as low as I could. He had a large nose, and darker skin. The pharmasist stereotype.
His long strides took him swiftly to the side of my metal framed bed. He checked the fluids in the IV machine beside me. I cleared my throat, not sure if he had noticed that I was awake.
He looked at me, his dark eyes glinting as he did so.
“Good,” he said. His voice was nasely, as if he was pinching his nostrils shut with his finger and thumb. “I see you're awake... As planned.”
I hated doctors, but I'd hate this guy even if he werent a doctor. Something about him seemed wrong. He didn't seem sincere, or concerned about my life at all.
“Why an I here?” I asked him. “what happened. Where's my family?”
He turned his gaze to me, and smiled an evil grin. "You dont have a family," He said bluntly. I swear his brown eyes turned black. There were no more whites left to them anymore, they were boring into my mind.
"Stop it!" I said firmly. His eyes went normal again, and he smirked. "I'm afraid, miss, that little bump on your head gave you a case of amnesia. I'm sorry to say it, but this amnesia wiped away memory from at least two years back, and I, as a certified doctor, am not sure if you'll ever recover it..."
"Exuse me?" My voice, although I tried to contain it, went all shrill and screachy. I thought we were talking about my family. Where are they?"
"But miss, we have just established this. They're fine, and have been notified to come right away. The nurse has just called them.”
"But you said..." I stopped. I wondered how hard I'd been hit on the head. Of course he hadn't said that. I was just a bit dilusional from being knocked out for..."
"Exactly how long have I been out for?"
"2 months exactly. It was very hard on your parents. They didnt know if you were ever going to wake up at all."
I just stared at the evil doctor in shock.
It's perfectly normal to be perplexed. Just get into the swing of things, and before you know it, you'll be back to normal."
Why did he sound so sane, when before he sounded so insane? I looked at his eyes again. They looked normal enough, and his voice didnt sound so nasely anymore. In fact, his brown eyes seemed rather....warm.
But all of that changed when I caught a glimpse of the former mischeivious sparkle.
I sunk back down into my pillows, and pulled the thin cotton sheet up to my neck. I was sure that doctor was more than a doctor. However strange it sounded, he was out to get me.
"So. What happened to me? Why am I here?" I asked.
He spied a chair in the corner, and pulled it over to my bedside. It made a scratching and squealing sound, which made me cringe. Was I always this senstitive?
He took a deep breath to answer the question, again, looking normal, if even concerned.
"You were drinking at a party, and were walking home. You must have not noticed the car coming towards you, because you kept walking. The car tried to slow down and swerve, but still managed to hit you. You damaged your spine a bit, and..."
I cut him off. "Look, this must be a mistake. I dont drink. I never have. And I wouldn't walk home either. I have a car, and Chris wouldv'e drove me home."
He smirked off to the side. Again. Now I didnt trust him at all.
"We found alcohol in your blood. We thought maybe you had an infection, and needed some blood samples to test for any abnormability. We found traces of alcohol, and a small virus. While you were out, we managed to keep your immune system fighting against it. It was just a common virus, nothing else, but it was very dangerous in your present state, and you were lucky to make it. Then, there was the issue of your spine. It was slightly damaged, and normally, you wouldn't be running any time soon. But again, you got lucky. Not only will you be able to run, you will be able to run cross country."
"Hold on for a second." I looked at him, puzzled. "How do you know that I like cross country?"
He shrugged. "Just a lucky guess. With your build, I just assumed. As I was saying, your extremely lucky. And if you recover quickly enough, which I think you will, you will be able to go home in about 3 weeks."
Again, I looked at him, puzzled. "Why would I have to wait 3 weeks? I'm good now, I dont feel bad at all." And That was true. I didnt feel the slightest pain or hint of sickness.
But the evil doctor just slanted one plucked eyebrow at me. Seriously, what guy plucks their eyebrows anymore? This guy was a creep, and I didn't want to be stuck here with him any longer than I had to be.